You can exhale, you can cough You can swallow, or get off You can lick, or go soft You can blow whats left of my right mind Enter the future with a trampoline, slam-dunk bounce or a numbed-out drag. We … Continue reading →

“Don’t take my cigarettes. Jenny, please, leave my cigarettes.” My freshman year fling begged me to allow him his only working addiction despite having painful bronchitis. I was just trying to help. We sat in the dorm living-room watching late … Continue reading →